Urial
23-05-2004, 10:05
Jason O'Collins walked down the grimy sidwwalks of the old Peoples United States, hands in his pockets and head down. At last disarmed by legislation and corrupt policemen, the once-proud citizens have sunken into an Orwellian stupor, mindlessly going about their tasks in life as they had been bidden by the all-pervasive government.
Out of the corner of his eye, a brief flash of color flashed out of the drab surroundings and caught his attention. It was a poster, a watermarked flag background and some egg-smeared text.
"The Dominion of Urial - Land of Plenty"
What the ...
"Tired of the same old daily grind? Feel like you just can't do it any more? Ask your Immigration Agent about moving to Urial. Our spaces are wide open, and we've plenty of jobs in the manufacturing industry and in any field you can think of."
Looks promising ...
"The people are friendly and personable, and have a healthy respect for personal freedoms. Firearms are not legislated at all, nor are recreational drugs. If you've got the wits to be civil and a useful service to bring to us, Urial welcomes you!"
He looked at it a moment longer, then shrugged and kept walking. It was a nice thought, but nobody could enter or leave the P.U.S., so it wasn't worth thinking about.
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Several days later, after the bi-weekly loyalty interrogation, he thought about it again. Down in Penzington there was a man who could get him a foreign identity and get him deported ...
http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/target=display_nation/nation=urial
Out of the corner of his eye, a brief flash of color flashed out of the drab surroundings and caught his attention. It was a poster, a watermarked flag background and some egg-smeared text.
"The Dominion of Urial - Land of Plenty"
What the ...
"Tired of the same old daily grind? Feel like you just can't do it any more? Ask your Immigration Agent about moving to Urial. Our spaces are wide open, and we've plenty of jobs in the manufacturing industry and in any field you can think of."
Looks promising ...
"The people are friendly and personable, and have a healthy respect for personal freedoms. Firearms are not legislated at all, nor are recreational drugs. If you've got the wits to be civil and a useful service to bring to us, Urial welcomes you!"
He looked at it a moment longer, then shrugged and kept walking. It was a nice thought, but nobody could enter or leave the P.U.S., so it wasn't worth thinking about.
~
Several days later, after the bi-weekly loyalty interrogation, he thought about it again. Down in Penzington there was a man who could get him a foreign identity and get him deported ...
http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/target=display_nation/nation=urial